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Gong Yichen's words did not give Song Jiayin any room to refute. From a legal perspective, the two of them were indeed husband and wife.

But when these words came out of Gong Yichen's mouth, why did she feel so uncomfortable? What's more, the man she was married to was her teacher. Wasn't this a little too strange?

Looking at his serious face, Song Jiayin suddenly remembered the day when she took Min Peipei's place as her best friend in school, and fell asleep in his classroom.

Perhaps the man standing in front of her was more like a teacher than a husband.

Thinking about this, Song Jiayin hesitated, but still unwillingly opened her mouth: "Um, the last time I slept in your classroom was me, sorry."

"Oh?" Gong Yichen raised his eyebrows slightly, he did not expect her to apologize to him on his own accord, which surprised him slightly.

"But didn't you say I was going too far in front of the whole class?" Song Jiayin added another sentence of dissatisfaction, which could be considered as expressing her dissatisfaction.

"In the future, I will only be in front of you in front of you." With that, Gong Yichen inched closer to her. It was clearly a very normal sentence, but for some reason, his words made one's imagination run wild.

Song Jiayin was speechless. She could only point her index finger at her, but from start to finish, she could not say a word.

"Let's go, idiot." Gong Yichen lifted her hand and grabbed onto her hand, then pulled her hand towards the direction of the private box.

His palm was warm and powerful, the joints on his slender fingers were distinct, and he tightly held Song Jiayin's fair and slender hand, as though he was a couple in deep love.

Suddenly being held by Gong Yichen's hand, Song Jiayin's face instantly flushed red, and her cheeks flushed red. Concussive.

"Who, who's the idiot!" She seemed to be very dissatisfied with Gong Yichen's way of addressing her just now, and had her eyes wide open as she stared at him.

"Whoever should be who." Gong Yichen shrugged helplessly and continued to walk forward.

Before he even had the chance to let Song Jiayin get rid of his hand, the two had already entered the private box.

The interior of the private room was especially elegant, which made it obvious that it was a literary and artistic room designed by an interesting and elegant person. There were a few expensive famous people's paintings hung on the wall, a few meter tall blue and white porcelain vases were also placed at the corner of the wall, just looking at them made Song Jiayin dumbstruck.

Was this really a hotel box, not a museum?

There were already quite a few people sitting in the room, and a circle was formed around the big round table, which coincidentally gave two main seats to Gong Yichen and Song Jiayin.

Song Jiayin hid behind Gong Yichen and quietly observed her surroundings.

She had thought that she would never meet an acquaintance, but upon seeing a familiar face, she almost couldn't help but cry out in surprise.

Her gaze was locked onto the man sitting at the table, playing with his phone as if nothing had happened.

It was her ex-boyfriend, Wu Zihao!

Even though she really wanted to use the excuse of 'seeing wrongly' and 'seeing wrongly' to deceive her, this man whom she had been with for three years was the only one she definitely wouldn't recognize wrongly.

Fortunately, it seemed like Wu Zihao had not discovered her existence yet.

Just as Song Jiayin was about to leave the scene quickly before she realized what was happening, she felt as if her hand had been grabbed by Gong Yichen who was beside her.